The funeral boat floated in the pale night sky, separated by tens of miles of wilderness, no longer approaching the ancient city of Lei Ting.
"Witch Lord! That's the ancient city of Leiting. The city lord Qin Ming, who was in the Xuanwu realm, passed away by chance three years ago and obtained the inheritance of the kings that had been sealed for thousands of years under the sea. Later, the news came to light that the powerful forces from the Northern Territory besieged the ancient city of Leiting. Shou Wang Haiyu dragged back eighteen king statues and killed two kings and two suzerains in a row. Since then, the eighteen king statues have guarded the ancient city of Lei Ting."
Lin Yunhan stood respectfully in the luxurious and charming cabin, introducing the situation of Leiting Ancient City. The blood-red cabin, the blood-red bed, the blood-red palace pillars, the blood-red curtains, almost everything in the cabin is blood-red, including the women half kneeling on the ground covered in blood.
Behind the blood-red barrier, a languid beautiful figure lay reclined on the soft bed, closed its eyes and rested its mind, half asleep and half awake, but its spiritual consciousness had already enveloped the vast wilderness and the ancient city of Lei Ting.
Eighteen giant statues were exuding majestic killing power, separated by dozens of miles of wilderness, vigilant against her spreading spiritual consciousness layer by layer.
Silent confrontation, oppressive and dangerous.
The guards in Thunder Ancient City felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. All warriors rushed up to the northern city wall with their weapons in hand, staring at the mist in the distance.
Lin Yunhan was arrogant and domineering in front of outsiders, but he didn't dare to show anything on this funeral boat, he was obedient like a kitten. "The city lord, Qin Ming, has a connection with Zhao Li. It should be Qin Ming who rescued Zhao Li back then. Later, Zhao Li repaid Qin Ming's favor, and then disappeared. But does Qin Ming know where Zhao Li went? I'm not sure yet."
A lazy and cold voice came from behind the barrier: "Little Zhao Li, you have been investigating for two years, and the last sentence is not sure? You are not afraid that your master will crush your head!"
The last sentence, slow and indifferent, made Lin Yunhan's forehead sweat on the spot.
Lin Yunhan hurriedly lowered his head: "Zhao Li is cunning and has been hiding, I..."
"There is no need to explain. The Temple of the Witch always only looks at the result, not the process. If you do it, you can count on your ability. If you can't do it, you will abdicate!"
"Witch Master!" Lin Yunhan knelt heavily on the ground.
"At most one year, if you can't find Zhao Li, no one can keep you."
"Thank you, Lord Witch, for the grace." Lin Yunhan wiped off his cold sweat, but dared not get up. "Master Witch, if we bypass the ancient city of Thunder, we only need to go forward five hundred miles, and we should be able to meet my people."
"Are you sure it's the Mosha Heavenly Silkworm?"
"If I'm not 100% sure, how dare I invite you, the witch master, to come to the Northern Territory in person. The magic brake silkworm has been extinct a long time ago, but the phantom spirit has existed for thousands of years, and the environment is special, so I want to try my luck , I arranged for more than 50 people to go deep into the Phantom Spirit Fatian to search. I didn’t expect to find it, I’ve already seen it in the past, and it’s the magic brake silkworm.”
"Where did you find it?"
"The giant bone cemetery in the magic spirit law is a pair of magic brake silkworms, one male and one female. The magic brake silkworms are very important, and can help us find the dragon emperor town magic tablet and the wild god trident. I am worried that something will go wrong on the way. That's why I invite you to come here in person." The Northern Territory is very chaotic now, and the Yunluo Forest, as the main passage to enter the Northern Territory, is even more chaotic, and some old monster may appear. Lin Yunhan didn't dare to escort Mocha Tiancan privately, so he could only invite the witch master.
"If it's really the Devil's Silkworm, I will guarantee you the position of Ghost General in the Temple of the Witch."
"Thank you, Lord Witch!!" Lin Yunhan kowtowed in surprise.
Yin Qi filled the air, and the nine ghosts pulled the boat, bypassing the ancient city of Lei Ting, and going deep into the hinterland of the Northern Territory, to pick up the disciples of the witch palace who had controlled the magic brake silkworm.
Not long after they left, the statues of the Eighteenth Kings returned to silence, but the ancient city of Lei Ting stayed up all night and sent guards to Qing Yunzong to announce the strange event.
Their current security is hard-won, and they really don't want to go through war again.
Qin Ming didn't know what happened in Leiting Ancient City, and continued to practice in Yunluo Forest, and also cultivated Baihu.
This is the first time that a white tiger has been culled in the forest. Although he was born supreme and inherits dominance, he still needs to fight constantly to accumulate experience and become familiar with his own inherited secret skills.
Qin Ming became ruthless and fought with the white tiger himself. Every time he abused it, he was seriously injured and unconscious before giving up. Occasionally, he would pick some powerful beasts, whether they were in the sky or in the forest, whether they were in the ground or in the river. In short, when you see a suitable one, you drag it out, throw it in front of the white tiger, never stop dying, and use life and death to stimulate the potential of the white tiger. Anyway, there is still some water of life in the space finger, which can heal the injury in time without leaving the root cause of the disease.
Their future is very difficult, and they will inevitably encounter dangers of life and death. Qin Ming wants Baihu to understand the danger of survival in advance and become a real beast of war.
After another month, the white tiger broke through and entered the eighth level of Xuanwu Realm!
Qin Mingxuan sat cross-legged on the top of a mountain in a thunderstorm and practiced the Little Chaos True Thunder Jue—a world-destroying feast!
As early as in the Battle of the King, when Qin Ming faced Tang Tianque, he had already performed the feast of destroying the world. At that time, he was only scratching the surface, and the performance was very simple. Now he will study it in depth and strive to be able to control it proficiently.
Torrential rain pours, thunderclouds billow!
The bright red thunder and lightning hang all over the sky, shocking in the dim mountains and rivers. They are like countless chains, falling from the clouds and gathering on the top of the mountain, each of which bursts out with a deafening rumbling sound, containing the energy of destruction.
Qin Ming did not activate the spiritual power shield, but used his physical body to resist the thunder and lightning. He was covered in tattered clothes, and his flesh and blood flew horizontally under the chopping of the thunder and lightning. Golden blood sprinkled every corner of the mountain top. The severe pain stimulated every nerve in the whole body, tearing and shattering, the pain was so painful, but he resisted tenaciously. If you don't endure hardships, how can you be superior to others.
The white tiger roared into the sky, and followed Qin Ming's example to temper his body with the help of lightning.
"God is angry? The thunder has been striking for a day and a night. When will it end?"
"Who did something outrageous? God lost his temper."
"Hey, that's so frenzied, God is so angry that he can't let go of his hatred for a whole day."
"Stop yelling, hurry up and get to work! This day, the spirit monsters are so scared that they are hiding, and it happens to be a good time for hunting."
A group of mercenaries ran wildly in the dense forest, looking for suitable prey. Thunder and lightning smashed through the air, torrential rain poured down, and the sky was dark. Although it was very dangerous, it would also shock those powerful spirit monsters. Maybe it would kill a few spirit monsters and explode a few spirit grasses.
"Look, there is someone on the top of the mountain?"
When they passed a high mountain, they were suddenly attracted by the scene on the top of the mountain. All the thunder and lightning within a radius of several miles were striking that place. However, in the depths of the dense thunder and lightning, there is a figure that appears and disappears from time to time.
Thunder and lightning continued to strike down the air, and slammed on the man's body, blood was splashed everywhere, and they grinned in horror. But... Looking at it, it seemed that something was wrong. The thunderbolts kept coming down, but he didn't smash him into pieces, and he didn't struggle to resist, and it seemed that they were all absorbed
"Oh my god, this is drinking thunder and lightning as noodles."
"It's an eye-opener! I've seen many mine repairers, but I've never seen this kind of gameplay!"
"Did he bring down the thunderstorm?"
"Go quickly, don't disturb other people's cultivation, or a thunderbolt will strike you to death."
They ran away in a hurry, not daring to approach.
For five days in a row, the thunderstorm has not stopped, especially in the area near Qin Ming, even the mountains, rivers and old forests can't bear it, causing mountain torrents and mudslides, surging in the ancient dense forest.
Occasionally, warriors and raptors passed by this high mountain, they were all gasped in shock, and no one dared to approach.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, Qin Ming is not only practicing the feast of destroying the world, but also practicing the ancient lightning swallowing technique. His whole body was filled with all kinds of thunder and lightning, attracting thunder and lightning all over the sky, and there was actually a "thunder pool" gathered in front of him, small and exquisite, surging with terrifying energy, permeating the world, a green thunder in the "thunder pool" Soaring', like a delicate dragon, resounds with violent thunder.
Qinglei is constantly condensing, getting stronger and brighter.
With the flick of Qin Ming's fingertips, Qing Lei kept walking in the thunder pool, like a cute pet.